And then there’s this horse…
Let us call him Cowboy.
He’s not my horse but he’s here.
Lately I have been sitting with him.
We called a truce. I don’t touch him- he doesn’t touch me. And we spend hours together.
He doesn’t like being ‘caught’ and he’s always reluctant to be touched. So I promised -that was not my purpose here.
The relationship has flourished.
He holds such a powerful and open space that I just sit and feel into his strength.
There are boundaries. But that does not hold us back. That actually brought us closer together.
They are not walls. They are compassions.
I honour you. You honour me. And here we sit.
Whole.
Loved.
Together.